The sun melts beneath the shrapnel cloud. The black of night awaits and applauds her bow. Bayonets long teeth grin atop a muddy hill. A body behind garbed in green fatigue sits murderously still. Imprisonment within me there is nowhere to run. Blood is shed to set us free, but I'm lost and strangled dumb. His flesh ignites at the sleets of lead that tuck themself into his sodden head. A bullet midflight in life says, "I can relieve your mind we will sleep together for all of time", has now a place to call his bed. Blood from lungs that once loved laughter pool in tongues unsung thereafter. Kins and kinds share casualty as thier common name. A rifle's rapid rattle is not the one to blame. Missiles wail the sound of war. Everything is lost of what they were. Haunting those who fought and thought death before dishonor. The bugles are calling for them in a final salute. The dragging ghosts echo thier hymn and the others from an institute. Imprisonment within me there is nowhere to run. Blood is shed to set us free, but I'm lost and strangled dumb.
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